War of the Races - The Verdant Realm

Chapter 8- Elm'drya Pollination

“I was going to have you breed me all night long last night,” Huxian growled in annoyance, “but no one could get you out of your trance!”

“Then early this morning you were suddenly engulfed in a golden flame that didn’t burn you at all,” Sequoia hissed, and then pointed behind me, “but it sure as hell burned me!”

“Oh s**t,” I cried, and jumped up and turned around to see a large blackened scar where I had been sitting.

“Lucky for us, I don’t catch fire easily,” Sequoia added.

“I’m so sorry, Sequoia,” I apologized in a rush, “I didn’t know that was happening.”

Both Huxian and Sequoia just looked at me for a few seconds, and then Huxian asked, “So I take it you had a breakthrough last night?”

“Yeah,” I answered with a nod, “I guess I did. I can feel my Chi Wells now. I spent, I guess, all night communing with them. I have a very good sense of my core strengths, and the permanent bonuses I received from you and Bastet. I also know what passive abilities I inherited as well as special attacks.”

“I have no idea what you just said,” Huxian retorted in a deadpan voice.

“Okay,” I answered, realizing I was speaking nerdy gamer speak and that they had no idea what I was talking about. “Let me try to explain it as you did for me.”

Looking around, I found a twig and then led Sequoia and Huxian to a soft patch of ground where I could draw. Kneeling, I drew three circles and then pointed as I described them, “These are the Chi Wells you described to me: spirit, power, and soul.”

“Yes, this much we know, and I explained to you,” Huxian answered.

“Okay, so within the Soul Well, I could feel three different qualities,” I described, “And I subconsciously assigned certain physical attributes to them. Strength, my raw ability to lift heavy weights or perform strenuous tasks. Dexterity is my ability to complete highly complicated tasks requiring nimbleness and finesse. And Constitution, my hardiness, or how long I can perform difficult or repetitive tasks before I am exhausted.”

“I think I understand,” Sequoia mused, “That is, revolutionary! However, did you come up with that?”

“I, um, it was something I learned in a previous life,” I answered quickly with a sharp look for her not to press the question, “Okay, so, the same with the Spirit Well. There were three different qualities to the energy I felt, and once again, I divided them up in my mind into three different mental attributes. Intellect, my ability to learn and comprehend, as well as my ability to see the world around me and quickly assess and comprehend what is happening. Wisdom is my ability to take what I see and what I have learned and use it in the most beneficial way possible for me and my interests. And Charisma is my ability to communicate with others what I want and need intelligently and tactfully.”

“Interesting,” Huxian mumbled as she looked at me in wonder, “And you figured all this out in just one night of meditation?”

“Um, I guess so,” I answered as I looked up to see if she was upset with me before I continued, “Now, as for the Well of Power, that was strange. I felt two different energies there; the first was overwhelming, like a vast ocean I just couldn’t quantify, and the second was much smaller, feeling more like a large lake. I could feel that the ocean was slowly dissipating. However, the lake was only half full, but it was regenerating.”

“This I can help you with,” Sequoia purred while Huxian nodded beside her, “What you felt was your life-essence and your life-force.”

“What do you mean?” I quickly asked as I looked down at my drawing.

It was Huxian that answered this time, “Life-essence is your life-span, how long you will live. As far as I know, no one can stop its eventual dissipation and death, but I have heard of some slowing it down.”

“Life-force is a source of energy derived from Mankind, and subsequently Animalkind through their reproductive power,” Sequoia continued, “Knowledge of magic came from the Fallen, and thereby we were all taught that magic requires power to operate. For the Prime races, this meant sacrificing reproductive potency for a spell activation.”

“What about Plants and Animals?” I asked, “Do you sacrifice your reproduction to activate your special abilities as well?”

“No,” Sequoia and Huxian answered together. They looked at each other, and then Sequoia gestured for Huxian to proceed.

“Our abilities come at different costs,” She explained, “Some of them drain our Soul Well until we are exhausted, while others drain our Spirit Well until we are exhausted in the mind, and then there are some skills that drain our life-force or life-essence directly and we know that we will not get pregnant that month or we will not live as long as we would have before.”

Sequoia nodded along with Huxian, and as soon as she finished, she continued, “This is where the druids of the Vale House differ from all other Alfar. They, and thereby, you, have magic that synchronizes more closely with Animal Chi than anyone we have encountered before.”

“Hmm,” I hummed into a hand that was stroking my snout, “Yes. The implications and ramifications are fascinating.”

“So now you can see why I want to bring in the women I told you about,” Sequoia offered again.

“Yes,” I mumbled as I stared at the ground, but was lost in my thoughts about life-force and life-essence. It was true that I had used some magic subconsciously on the moonfire that enveloped my body while meditating, but it had barely cost anything. So the fact that the lake was half full was from mating with Huxian all week. Hence, the more I mate, the less life-force I have to activate my magic with.

“Power leveling does have its appeal,” I said suddenly as I stood up and turned to Sequoia, “And just mating random women does too, but what I have wanted most since I was born is a harem of women that I love, and they love me. So, as much as I appreciate the offer of hundreds of willing women to mate with, Sequoia, I respectfully decline.”

She looked at me with her big brown eyes wide open in shock. She obviously hadn’t expected I would refuse mating with a hundred women. When she composed herself, she asked, “So you’re saying you only want women who want a mate?”

I nodded.

“Then may I introduce you to just one Harpy?” She asked.

I couldn’t see the harm, so I nodded. Then, feeling a sudden swell of weakness wobble my legs, I amended, “Actually, I am really tired and hungry. Is there any way I can eat and take a nap?”

“Sure,” Huxian agreed readily, and with a look at Sequoia, she took my hand and led me to our burrow.

I lay down on our bedding, and Huxian curled up beside me. Sequoia came in and knelt next to me and gave me a bowl of fruit and vegetables, and when I was done, she handed me a wooden cup filled to the brim with a thick golden nectar that tasted like honey and burned tree bark. As soon as I downed the cup of nectar, my head felt like it was swimming. The earth seemed to spin around me slowly as I lay back and watched the tree rotate around me.

A hand ran through the fur on my chest, and then I was suddenly being pulled to lie on my back as Sequoia hovered above me and whispered in my face, “I’m sorry, my nectar is somewhat intoxicating!”

Looking over at Huxian, I saw that she had her own drink of nectar, and she was already sound asleep by my side. Sequoia moved about the burrow, and when she returned, she explained, “Huxian’s bridal week is complete, and I can’t wait anymore! I have been in pollination for so long, and I can’t wait a minute longer!” With that, she stepped around my shoulders so that she was standing above me and squatted down so that her s*x was directly in my face before she whispered, “Here, my nectar is an aphrodisiac as well. If you lick me, it will help you to pollinate me!”

Drunk as can be, my eyes rolled in my head, and I tried to uncross them, and I hoped what I saw really was what I was seeing. My arms felt rubbery, but I was so determined that I managed to grab Sequoia’s petite ass and thighs while she sighed above me. The first thing I noticed was that her skin was soft, and even though she looked and felt like living wood, she was also somewhat pliable as well. I looked at her smooth belly and pubic mound, and for the first time, I realized she wasn’t breathing, and as my drunken thoughts recollected on that phenomenon, I realized she had never breathed.

“I absorb air and sunlight through my leaves,” She said suddenly, and I realized she was reading my mind.

Looking directly in front of me, I admired and wondered at Sequoia’s s*x. Sticking out of the puffy line of her outer labia, I could see green and pink petals that stuck out like the corner edges of paper, not quite even with the edges of a book. The next thing I noticed was that she had no anus, and of course, I drunkenly moved my fingers up and began rubbing her buttocks and the valley between her cheeks as I wondered stupidly why she didn’t have one.

“Because,” She sighed in annoyance, “I don’t produce waste as you do!”

“Oh,” I chirped like an i***t, and with my question answered, I moved on.

Moving my thumbs up and down her smooth labia, I pressed into her soft flesh and pulled her s*x wide open. It was like pulling open a closed flower. There were soft green external sepal petals that rotated open clockwise, and then there were pink internal flower petals that rotated open counterclockwise. Between two green sepals that made up her vulva was golden nectar budding from what looked like a urethra, and below where her c******s would be was a long, mint-green stamen with a chestnut colored anther on the tip. Looking up to where her v****a should be, I found that her flower was deep. The walls of her pink flower petals were covered in amber nectar, and at the end of her v****a was a green style and stigma. I was a little worried that I might hurt her, but when I lifted my head and placed my lips on her stamen, she moaned wantonly and sat back on my head, and I suddenly didn’t care anymore.

I licked her stamen until she was shuddering and then suddenly sprayed me with nectar. Licking my chops, I moved up her vulva and began licking her flower petals as amber juices coated my snout and tongue.

As I tended to her flower, my d**k rose to the occasion, and Sequoia quickly guided me inside her mouth, coating me in her saliva until I was swollen beyond my normal girth. When she was happy with her preparations, she quickly lifted off me and flipped around. Amber nectar dribbled from her pink and green flower petals as she guided me inside her womb.

“Ah,” I gasped as she lowered onto me, and her flower petals rotated closed around my d**k when her pubic mound settled down on mine.

She didn’t rock or rotate her hips. She just put her hands down on my belly and tilted forward as her eyes crossed and her eyelids fluttered as her flower v****a began squeezing and pumping my d**k. I gasped at how tight she was, and I found I was holding my breath when my orgasm exploded!

In my head, I could feel my Well of Power and the lake of life-force being completely emptied, and then I passed out.